My Moon My Dream My Silver Ship Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

my moon my dream my silver ship

my galleon on the clouds that drift

my sign from childhood in the sky

my silver mast until I die

my mirror cast up in the air

you seem to float without despair

so far from us who miss you here

and watch your changes through the year

vanishing to a pie crust sliver

one arrow left in God's own quiver

returning bit by bit again

miraculous, waning, waxing

friend.

I love you.

mary angela douglas 20 july 2019